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springdandelixn · 2 years ago

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The Man of Gold and Blue - Finale

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41900655/chapters/105157668

Jorah x Daenerys

Summary: Daenerys doesn’t believe in the craft of fortune telling, even believes it to be a farce. But when she meets the man in the psychic’s reading, she struggles to grasp if what she told her was her reality or pure coincidence.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut

As always, your comments and likes are highly appreciated though re-blogging would help my story flourish better. Enjoy! 💛

“Jorah?” Daenerys calls out softly when she stands at the steps of her building, Jorah looking up at her as he stands at the bottom step, hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket with his eyes glowing underneath the moonlight.

The car ride to her place was silent and full of pent-up tension. Her eyes glanced at him every now and then and saw his hand restlessly gripping the steering wheel and on the gear shifter at the center console. She wanted to reach out and take his hand in hers, to feel his skin on her just like how he did at the bar but she feared that if she moved, if she made a mistake, the bubble they found themselves in would burst and release them from the hypnotizing spell they have on each other.

So she chose to forego it and got out of the car almost in a hurry when he parked it in front of her building and walked out to open it for her. But as she stood in front of her door, her key already unlocking the barrier, her body refused to move. Refused to end the night with such animosity and regret that she never took her chance with such a man.

Fuck whatever that psychic said. That this man was bound in her destiny. She still has a choice. She could turn him away and never see him again just to make the words of the woman turn into a lie. But do I really want that? Do I really want to let go of him so soon? She asks herself and takes a deep breath before she speaks.

“Stay the night?” She asks and a gasp leaves her lips when he nears her in only two strides, his hands framing her face as he pulls her into a passionate kiss.

Her arms immediately wrap around his neck as she holds him close, a moan leaving her lips from the intensity of Jorah’s kiss. How his lips move eagerly against her own and his tongue slowly pushing past her lips, caressing hers from within and coaxing it into a sensual dance of their own.

They only part when they run out of breath, seeing Jorah’s eyes blown wide with lust and want that sends a shiver down Daenerys’ spine, her body turning reluctantly to open the door before grabbing his hand and pulling him with her inside.

Their mouths meet once more as they climb the stairs of her apartment, Daenerys almost stumbling when she misses a step but thankful that Jorah holds her up by the waist, a giggle leaving her lips and a chuckle escaping his at how reckless they’ve both become, drunk on each other instead of the alcohol they consumed earlier.

The door to her flat closes just as soon as it opens when Jorah moves to press her against the wooden barrier, his hands clutching on her hips tighter as she leans up to claim his lips once more. She feels him stiffen against her, the tent in his pants pressing against her abdomen as she claws on his back, clinging to him to keep their lips connected, teeth and tongues clashing with one another from their hunger for each other.

Her breath hitches when Jorah pulls away only to press open mouth kisses on her neck, her fingers combing through his golden hair, the softness of his locks and the movement of his mouth against her skin making her sigh and tug on his hair quite roughly.

“Bedroom,” She whispers into the air, a yelp leaving her lips when Jorah lifts her up from the ground, her shoes falling with a loud thud on the ground, giggles bubbling up from her when she looks down and sees the mirth in his eyes while he walks them blindly through the space of her apartment.

“Tell me where and I’ll follow,” Jorah mumbles as he latches his lips on her neck once more, his feet obeying every instruction she gives, and nudges the door of her bedroom open before gently laying her down on the mattress of her queen bed.

He stands tall in her bedroom and she looks up with lust-filled eyes, witnessing the blue of his eyes go darker as he shrugs off his leather jacket and drapes it over the plush seat by her vanity. Daenerys kneeling on her bed as she reaches up to undo the buttons of his shirt, pushing them off his shoulder and having them drop to the floor.

Her mouth goes dry when she sees how gorgeous Jorah truly is. Both her hands running up and down his shoulders then to his chest, the soft golden chest hair tickling her skin as her hands pass through them, following the happy trail to his pelvis that reveals such an alluring V hidden within his trousers.

Her hands then leave his chest when he reaches over for her dress, effortlessly pulling the fabric off her body when a blush forms on her face, suddenly feeling shy when she remembers that she’s wearing a mismatch of underwear.

“You look stunning, Darling,” She hears Jorah tell her, Daenerys looking up at him when he adds, “So, beautiful.” Jorah leans down to wrap his arms around her in an embrace, his nose brushing against her gently when he lays her back down on the bed.

He hums and pulls her once more into a passionate kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth and swirling against hers while her hands fumble with the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pant, her feet moving up to push the denim fabric off his muscular thighs and down his legs.

A whine escapes her when Jorah pulls away from the kiss, only to trail his lips down her cheek and to her neck, his tongue running through the valley of her breasts as he takes hold of the straps of her bra and pulls it down her shoulders, her tits spilling out from the cups when he snaps the garment from the front and Daenerys blushes when she feels shy once more from the exposure. But her reticence subsides when he takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue rolling against the bud that hardens upon the contact, her hands taking hold of his head as she arches her back, pushing her breasts more to his mouth, rolling her pelvis against his abdomen in seek of friction when pleasure fills her senses, feeling her cunt slickening by the second.

He gives the other nipple the same attention, flicking his tongue against it while his hand pinches the other before he pulls away and runs his lips down to her abdomen all too soon, his forefingers hooking onto the sides of her panties and slipping them down her legs and off her feet, his nose pressing down on her soaking pussy and inhaling deeply.

“Jorah—please—” She begs as she rolls her hips against his face with want. “I need you—”

“I know, Darling.” He whispers and moves to push her thighs apart, Daenerys hears a sigh leave his lips before she gasps when she feels his tongue slowly run up her folds, her stomach clenching from the sensation it brings her.

She closes her eyes and runs her fingers through his hair before gripping them tight when he flicks his tongue against her clit, his name leaving her lips like a prayer when he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and begins to suck on it like a starved man.

Her mind goes slack and her body goes rigid, mewls and moans escaping her lips when his mouth continues its assault on her pussy. She couldn’t believe her night has taken a big turn, from sitting drunk in a bar to having this gorgeous man have his feast between her thighs.

Feelings of pleasure run up her spine as her back arches from the way his tongue expertly swirls around her clit and flicks it afterward, his hands reaching up to take hold of her tits and fondling them, while she thrusts her pelvis more onto his mouth when she feels the familiar pull at the pit of her stomach.

“Jorah—” She gasps his name when his lips move frantically on her cunt, his hands leaving her breasts and taking hold of her hips to pull her flush against his mouth, an animalistic snarl emanating from him that makes her look down and whimper when she sees his blues staring up her, unblinking and full of desire.

Her throat constricts when the coil within her winds tighter, Daenerys throwing her head back and calling out his name when she convulses on his mouth, her body shaking and stiffening all at once from the intensity of her release, her nails digging onto his back as she thrust her hips against his mouth once more to ride out her high.

A groan leaves him as he laps up her essence, Daenerys turning into a moaning mess when she climbs down from her peak. But Jorah doesn't stop, feeling his tongue leaving her clit only to push it through her folds, thrusting it through her entrance to take everything that she has to offer him.

“Delectable,” Jorah mumbles against her mound, giving her pussy one last kiss before he pulls away and crawls over her, his hand framing her chin to press a soft kiss on her lips. There’s something erotic about tasting herself on his mouth, something sensual and intimate that she wills herself to wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss.

Daenerys stays sated on the bed, laying on her side when Jorah pulls away, hearing him stand and a rustle of clothing meeting her floor before the bed behind her dips, his arm sliding from underneath her head and cradling her flush against his chest, a soft moan eliciting from her throat when she feels the tip of his cock brush against her cunt.

She feels him hesitate, making her turn her head to face him, watching his blue eyes study her, waiting for her approval. She gives it by reaching up with her hand and pulling him down for a kiss, her mouth mumbling against his when he finally slowly pushes past her folds and impales her with his cock down to the hilt.

He stills for a while, feeling her walls clench around his shaft, her body getting used to the size. Then slowly he pulls out, leaving only the head within before thrusting back swiftly, Daenerys burying her face on her pillow from the sudden intrusion.

He repeats the motion, pulling out just before the head leaves her folds and pushes back in with more force before his hand wraps around her leg, lifting it up as he begins to thrust at an easy rhythm, loving how his cock stretches her further each time he plunges deep within her.

She looks down to where they’re connected and whimpers as she watches the carnal scene before her, how his cock slide in and out of her effortlessly, her juices giving him enough lubrication to push deeper within, allowing him to hit that sensitive spot that makes her back arch and muscles tighten each time he does.

She hears him growl her name against her neck, his lips latching onto a patch of skin and sucking on it hard, feeling a bruise form underneath his lips as he picks up his pace and thrusts faster and harder within her, his hips relentlessly and frantic, the sound of their skins slapping against each other mixing with her moans and his growls, echoing in the four corners of her room.

“Jorah—” She calls his name when she feels that pull within her once more, her hips moving on their own, meeting him thrust per thrust as she tries to chase her climax once again. “I’m gonna—” She mumbles into the air and Jorah’s hold around her body tightens, pulling her even more against his body as he quickens his pace further, his breathing going ragged, Daenerys’ whines growing louder when the hand holding her leg slips down and rolls against her bud.

“Cum for me, Baby,” Jorah grunts against her skin, his fingers playing her like a fiddle and lifting her higher into her peak. “Don’t hold back,” Her body fills with heat and she feels her heart race from his words, the growl that he follows acting as a trigger when the dam within her breaks and her walls tighten around his cock when she finally finds her release.

“Oh god,” She mumbles when Jorah suddenly pulls out, her eyes closing from exhaustion, her name on his lips then a garbled cry following soon after, feeling his hot seed stain her inner thighs.

Her heart rate gradually slows as she lays limp on the bed, a sated smile on her lips as she catches her breath. Never did she imagine that morning that she would have such mind-blowing sex with such a gorgeous man and yet here she is, her eyes fluttering close as she relishes Jorah’s hold around her waist, pulling her close and pressing kisses on the side of her arm and up to her shoulder.

“You’re perfect, Daenerys,” He mumbles on her skin, Daenerys turning to face the man of gold with beautiful blue eyes. “So perfect.” She smiles and feels tears well in her eyes, her hand hooking on his nape to pull him down and press her lips on his, her thoughts flying to the words of the gypsy woman as she gets lost in his kiss.

Her body aches when she wakes up yet instead of a frown there’s a smile on her lips. The memories from the night before flood her mind as she slowly opens her eyes to greet the morning.

She reaches behind her and frowns when she comes up empty, Daenerys slowly turning her body to see the space beside her bed void of a body she wishes to see. Instead, there’s a note on her bedside table with a card attached to it. A black business card with Jorah’s name written in gold cursive, a number, and an email address following at the bottom.

“Emergency at work.” The note said when she picks it up to examine it. Followed by a request. “Please call me when you can.”

But she’s not able to do so as work calls on her every attention, taking all of her free time to work on the proposal that her boss continuously berates her to perfect. The week passing by in a blur that she forgets the black card tapped on the monitor of her computer at work.

For some reason, Tyrion Lannister, her boss, has been in such a mood that he would walk through the halls of their office with a sour look on his face that not even his assistant, Podrick, won’t go near the man. And it’s rare for him to be in such a state, Daenerys always seeing him jovial and throwing out jokes here and there, but for some reason, something has got their boss all riled up, and as much as she’s curious as to what, she doesn’t even try to ask anyone what it’s about.

Though she suspects that the reason for his irritable disposition is that they lack the funding for the newest app their company is developing. That their employees lack the certain skill set needed to push through with the project and rumor has it that his sister plans to steal the idea right from his grasp.

She wouldn’t blame her boss for feeling such, especially when his plans to prosper are being threatened to be taken away. But they’ve tried presenting their company to several prospects in hopes that they would invest and not one has agreed to tie the knot with them.

As soon as she makes it to her table after break time, she pulls up the financial report she’s created and studies each and every part of it in hopes to find a solid and astounding achievement to entice the other investors they plan on meeting next week when her phone rings, causing her to start, Daenerys’ eyes growing wide when she sees Mr. Lannister name on the caller ID.

Panic immediately surges in her as she thinks of a reason why he would be calling. She didn’t see him the whole day and she doesn’t know for sure what his mood is like and the last thing Daenerys wants on a Friday is to be the receiving end of her boss’ anger.

The phone continues to ring and Daenerys swallows thickly as she tries to calm her nerves. Taking a deep breath, she picks up the receiver and presses it against her ear, her face masking into a fake smile as she tries to fool herself that nothing is wrong.

“Hello—”

“My office now, Ms. Targaryen.”

It’s all she hears before the line goes dead, Daenerys blinking fast as her heart pounds hard in her chest. Something is definitely wrong. She thinks to herself, worrying her lip as she puts down the phone and grabs her mobile from her desk, standing up from her seat, her body rigid as she slowly walks down the hallway to Mr. Lannister’s office.

“Just play it cool, Dany. Tell him you’re working on an update.” She whispers as she tries to hype herself up, but each step she takes toward the door of her boss gets heavier and heavier, her mind running in circles thinking of the impending doom she’s about to face.

“Come in.” She hears his muffled voice from inside after three raps against the wooden surface. Daenerys takes a deep breath once more before twisting the knob, her eyes growing wide when she sees Mr. Lannister smiling widely at his computer. “Ah, Daenerys! Just the person I want to see.” He says as he greets her with open arms, gesturing to the seat in front of him after. “Please, sit.”

Daenerys closes the door with a soft click and makes her way to the vacant armchair in front of the oversized mahogany desk, her back straight as she sits at the edge of the seat, folding her hands over her lap.

“What did you want to see me for, Sir?” She asks and the smile on his face sends a shiver up her spine for she cannot decipher if his happy mood is just a front for something worse.

“Well, to start off, I wanted to inform you personally that I got busy in the past week.” He begins, his body rocking in the leather office chair, allowing himself to get comfortable.

“Which means?” Oh god, please don’t let it be a weird story.

“Which means—” he exaggerates, “that I took our slides and presented them to a potential investor alone.”

That grabs her attention; Daenerys leans forward in her seat as her eyes grow wide in anticipation. It surprised her that he did the presentation by himself as Mr. Lannister always took her to the meetings and had her do the pitch to their prospects. Because you know the business like the back of your hand, he told her before meeting their very first client when she asked him why she was the one proposing their venture.

“He sat on it for almost two weeks. Hence why I was in such a grumpy mood because he had too many questions about the app. But, he just confirmed today.” Mr. Lannister says with a wide smile.

“You mean—” Daenerys gasps and covers her mouth with both hands, her heart beating loudly from the excitement of such news.

“Exactly what I mean! We can start making the necessary changes to the team first thing Monday next week!”

“Oh, Mr. Lannister!” Daenerys squeaks in her seat, her hands shaking from the adrenaline running through her veins. “This is such wonderful news! All your hard work finally paid off!”

“Our hard work, Ms. Targaryen.” Mr. Lannister smiles and gets off his seat, taking a folder with him before walking around his desk and stopping in front of her. “That’s why I offer you this.” Daenerys blinks when he holds out the folder to her.

Her eyes grow wide as she scans the document within, tears suddenly rolling down her cheeks as she looks at her boss with utter shock.

“Mr. Lannister—I—” She sniffs and wipes away the tears, a small smile forming on her lips as she looks at the paper once more. “Are you sure?”

“Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?” Mr. Lannister smiles and pulls the folder from her hold and takes both of her hands in his. “You have been a blessing to our company, Daenerys, and no one works as hard as you do.” He says with sincerity, giving her hand a light pat. “If anyone deserves this promotion, it’s you. And you’re the only one competent enough to oversee the whole project.

“I want you to make this your baby. Take care of it and do with it whatever you see fit.” He nods and releases her hands, giving back the document. “Review the contract. Make notes of what you want to be changed and we shall make it happen. You earned it, Daenerys. And with that, we shall celebrate.”

Mr. Lannister’s jovial mood doubles as he claps his hands, heading back to his seat and holding out a pamphlet to her. “I’ve had Pod make the reservations at Parallel 57 tomorrow night. The announcement will be sent in a bit. Bring your friends, your boyfriend if you have one, to celebrate with us.”

Daenerys couldn’t help the excitement running through her veins as she tucks the flyer into the folder, the smile on her face wide, mirroring the one of her boss’. She couldn’t believe that she was being offered a promotion in the company. After years of working hard and proving to everyone that she’s not to be looked over, it finally paid off. It gives her a leg up further into the company, a tier higher in the hierarchy. But most of all, being the first woman to lead a project.

And she did it all by herself.

She gives Mr. Lannister a full-blown smile, holding the folder to her chest. “Thank you much again, Mr. Lannister. I—I’ll forever be grateful for your trust towards me.” She says with so much awe, a sense of fulfillment and relief washing over her that finally all her hard work has been recognized.

“No, thank you, Ms. Targaryen.” Mr. Lannister grins. “As it is your presentation that saved us.”

A knock on the door takes her attention away from her boss, Daenerys moves to stand from her seat thinking that he has a meeting coming up and that she’s taken up the allotted time.

“Remain seated, my dear.” Mr. Lannister tells her and Daenerys obliges, looking curiously at the door when her boss walks over to it. “I would like you to meet the man who took on our proposal. And I do believe that that’s him at the door.” He says and takes hold of the knob.

Daenerys smooths her skirt down her thighs as she tries to look professional for the client that helped make their plans come to fruition. She wants to thank them personally as well, possibly get to know them, as she will be spearheading the project herself with the eventuality of working with the investor to meet their needs.

She looks at the door, ready to meet her boss’ guest but the smile on her face turns into shock, her heart beating hard in her ribcage when she sees Jorah by the door, his face mirroring her surprise.

Memories of him start to flood her mind, the bar, the night after, his business card, how she forgot to call him through the haze of her work. Her body goes rigid and she moves to stand up, schooling her features to prevent her boss from seeing her shock and wills herself to smile.

“Mormont. Glad you could make it.” Mr. Lannister greets Jorah but not once has his eyes landed on the shorter man, staying glued to her. “I would like you to meet the woman who’s worked so hard for this project. Daenerys Targaryen.”

“A pleasure, Daenerys,” Jorah says as he holds out his hand, Daenerys reaches over to shake it but gets stunned when he pulls it to his lips and presses a kiss on her knuckles.

“Ah Mormont. Ever the ladies' man.” Mr. Lannister teases before gesturing to the seat beside her. “Please, take a seat. We were just discussing the celebration for our new business venture.”

But Jorah doesn’t respond to her boss, nor does he let go of her hand, his eyes full of questions as he stares at her. And she doesn’t doubt that he wants to ask her why she never called, why she never showed her face to him again.

She wants to tell him that work has taken so much of her energy that she never found the time to do so. That the stress her boss showed about the project they’ve been working on transpires on her just the same.

“Mormont?” Mr. Lannister calls out to him and Jorah pulls away this time, taking a seat beside her and then facing the man behind the mahogany desk. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” Jorah says, his demeanor changing in an instant and showing her boss a happy persona. “I was just taken aback at how beautiful your employee is. I should have dressed more nicely.”

Oh, but he already does. Gone is the leather jacket that she saw on him before, replaced with a navy coat and a yellow button-up this time, his golden chest hair peeking from the top as the two buttons remain undone. The memories of her running her hands through the softness of them filling her and tickling something within her.

The meeting lasts longer than she wanted, feeling herself squirming in her seat as each comment Jorah makes to her boss has an innuendo hidden within. And with how his hand cradles his chin, his tongue tracing the edge of his lips just brings her back to when that same tongue ran against her own lips. Both of them.

She leaves much in a hurry when Mr. Lannister dismisses them, Daenerys thanking both men for their time before she walks out of the office and scurries back to her desk.

But she hears her name being called out which stops her from her tracks, Daenerys looking behind to see Jorah following her, determination etched on his face as he walks towards her and takes hold of her hand, Daenerys willingly following him through the hall, and into a stairwell.

She tries to practice what she would tell him. To tell him the reason she never got to do as he asked. But she never gets the chance to do so as almost immediately, as the doors of the stairwell close, his lips crash onto hers, his hands framing her face as he presses her quite roughly against the wall.

The papers in her hand as well as the speech she was supposed to give him are forgotten as they fall to the floor and fly out of her mind, her hands wrapping around his neck as she presses herself against him, her lips moving just as eagerly and frantically on his.

She reaches down to pull his shirttails from his pants and slides her hand within the fabric to run it through his chest, missing the softness of his chest hair and how it tickles her hand. His lips then pull away from hers and press softly against her neck, kissing on the soft spot just at the base of her throat, Daenerys already feeling her panties dampening from his lustful actions.

“Jorah—wait,” She mumbles as she pulls her hand out from his shirt and presses her palms against his chest. But he doesn’t budge and keeps his lips on her skin, Daenerys willing herself not to moan, not wanting anyone to hear what she’s doing from within. “Jorah, wait—please,”

She hears him sigh and pulls away, a frown evident on his face as he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against hers. “You never called.” He says and Daenerys could feel her heart break from the pain that laces his voice. “Have I done something wrong? I came back to your apartment after my meeting that day but no one answered.”

“Jorah, no. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She sighs and reaches up to cup his face, her thumbs caressing the apples of his cheekbones. “I just got so busy that I forgot. Tyrion has been grouchy the past few days because of this project. And it’s probably because you were taking so long to give him an answer.”

“I was trying to see how feasible it would be.” He explains, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he buries his face on her neck. “If I knew you were working with Tyrion, I would have said yes immediately.”

She sighs as the man envelopes her in a tight embrace, her body leaning against his as she tries to wrap her arms around him in return. Being busy at work was only partial to why she didn’t call him, that from the flurry between emails and video meetings, she constantly forgot about the black card on her desk.

But half of it was also that she refuses to give in to what the woman told her weeks past. That a man with his name would come into her life and help her take away the burden that shrouds her. It’s an enticing offer, a worthwhile bargain if she’s, to be honest, but she’s not entirely sure she wants to rely on someone to help her seek the happiness that she craves, the acceptance she yearns in any aspect of her life. To depend on the company of another in order for the loneliness to not swallow her whole.

She wants to lead her life the way she wants to and it's not by following the words of a strange woman that knows nothing about her, that knew nothing about her, yet revealed to her and her friend the very secrets she keeps within her.

But being in Jorah’s arms now, how his warmth cradles her and seeps into her bones, she wants to give in. She wants that prophecy to come true, for it to be real, that this man who’s just kissed her as if his life depended on it would be the one to give her true happiness. To hold her when things get rough and take her with both arms wide open. But it also frightens her that he would end up like the men in her past, that once the world titters into negativity, he would vanish and leave her all alone.

“Have dinner with me,” Jorah mumbles on her neck. “Let’s go on a proper date.” He pulls back and looks down at her with blue eyes so raw that she can feel herself drowning in them. “What time do you get off work? I’ll pick you up.”

Seeing him now, seeing how his eyes sparkle when he looks at her, how so many emotions pour out with just one look, she thinks that maybe being with this man is worth the risk. She’s never felt anything but security with him, even as they laid naked in bed after he’s taken what most men would want from a woman. He even searched for her and by fate and probably another coincidence, their paths crossed.

So she gives in. And even though she dislikes to do so, refuses to do so, she latches onto the words of the woman that night.

It shall only be when you let him.

“6pm.” She answers and Jorah gives her the biggest smile she’s ever seen on his face, echoing her words before he leans down once more to capture her lips.

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